I suppose orgasm isn't the perfect word for it as there is no ejaculation. However, it is so intense and it sweeps across my whole body. I can't think...of another word to properly describe it. I can only assume that most men are totally unaware of how many nerve ends surround their asses. She knows exactly the right spot to massage. During her hand jobs, she rubs my asshole sometimes giving me 10 or more orgasms. It is exhausting but feels absolutely amazing. My legs are wobbly and I can barely. Nicole was always the one suggesting ways to make my life better. I felt like I owed it to her to do the same."I don't want to." She simply answered."But if you did, and you reached some kind of compromise or something..." I trailed off."There's nothing to compromise about." She turned to face me, despite still driving. "Being in the same room as Phil is the problem. There's nothing I can do to solve that, let alone you." She turned back to the road, to my relief. "No offense." She tossed over. He grabs my hand and leads me into his house. “ Take all your clothes off.’ he tells me as soon as we get inside. “Where should I put them?” I ask after I have removed all my clothes. He slaps me as says, “ Don’t speak unless I give you permission and when you are in my house you will be on your knees” I quickly get on my knees still hold my clothes unsure what to do with them. He points toward the end table and tells me to leave them there. I crawl over to the table and set them down. “ Come. Mrs. Wilkinson smiled and placed her order for half a pound of taffy.It happened that, the next day, Mrs. Wilkinson again entered the shop. She stared at Anna, who was supposed to lower her eyes and smile, but Anna had that dreamy look and a different sort of smile. Edith came out from the back room and saw that Mrs. Wilkinson saw. No explanation was necessary. Edith snatched Anna's arm and dragged her into the back room. Mrs. Wilkinson followed and volunteered to help punish the wayward.